Page 26 of Tell Me I'm Not Dreaming
“Hey, you don’t see me complaining, do you?”
They laugh some more. Lyric gets them a refill, while Ranson starts cooking.
“Okay, I got the garlic, celery, carrots and shallots. Let me set them aside and heat up the grill, then we can get this meat seasoned.”
“Are you talking yourself through it?” Lyric asks
Ranson rests his elbows on the kitchen island and leans in so he’s looking Lyric in the eye. “A little bit. Don’t worry, you’ll be smiling when I talk you through it, too.”
“Damn, okay, Mr. Hamilton. I see you.” Lyric breathes out.
“I’ve been dying to kiss you again.”
“Well, I can’t have you dying on me. Who will spoil me?”
Ranson smiles before pressing his lips against hers. It feels better than the last time. He knows that’s how it will be with her. Each kiss and each moment will be better than the last.
Three hours later,he is hugging Lyric’s best friends: Bridget, the full-time author, followed by Aimee, the indie author and educator and then Suchi, the child psychologist.
Lyric’s girls are each beautiful and accomplished rays of sunshine, just like her.
“Ladies, it’s a pleasure to meet you all,” Ranson says.
“Pleasure’s all ours, rich kid. Now what’s for dinner? It smells like heaven in here.” Bridget smiles.
“It really does. Now, we have to warn you, Ranson, when we have dinner at Lyric’s, we eat really good, so you have big shoes to fill.” Suchi playfully wags her finger at him.
“Well, I am always up for a challenge.” Ranson grins. “Ladies, on tonight’s menu we’re having osso bucco with polenta.”
“Nice! I don’t know what the first thing is, but I know polenta is basically fancy grits,” Aimee jokes.
Ranson smiles warmly. “Pretty much. Have a seat, and I’ll pour you all a glass of wine.”
Everyone gets settled as he pours wine and serves them. He takes a seat when he’s finished and pours himself a glass.
“So, I’m assuming you’ve attended one of the sex parties your brother throws, correct?” Aimee asks.
Ranson has a glass halfway to his lips when he stops. “No, I haven’t, but I’ve heard things. Why, do you want an invite?”
“I was hoping for one. I have a kink I’ve always wanted to try.”
“Girl, how do you even have any kinks left? Haven’t you tried them all?” Lyric sips her wine.
“Damn near,” Bridget cuts into her beef shank.
“Hush, you two. Who knows? I could get this itch scratched and meet the man of my dreams at the same time.” Aimee takes a bite of polenta.
“Not at any party thrown by my brother, you wouldn’t. But I do have someone in mind for you. Do you mind if I ask what the kink is?”
“I want to fuck a stranger blindfolded, and he has to be blindfolded, too. We’ll have to use the rest of our senses to fuck each other, and we’ll only be allowed to remove our blindfolds when we’re done. And just so you know, I like my men Black, strongly built, and with an even temperament.” Aimee states it plainly.
“I know just the brother. He’s looking to start dating again, too. I’ll talk to him.”
“Yes! Thank you.” Aimee gets up and hugs Ranson.
I love these ladies;they are a trip.
“Oh, and make sure you introduce me as the good doctor. I don’t want to know his name either. We don’t need to see or know anything about each other until the blindfolds are off,” Aimee adds.
